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Meek Mill Drops "Kendrick You Next" But Disses Cassidy!

Meek Mill releases a diss record for Cassidy but titles it "Kendrick You Next." It starts off with an audio clip of Tupac shouting that he's the "thuggest n*** out here."

The five-minute diss record isn't done with one beat because Meek went in over a mixture of four beats.

Check out the lyrics:

[Intro: 2Pac]So okay, you want to see some macho s***? I’m the most macho n*** out hereI thought you niggas knew, I’m the most thuggish nigga out hereI have no motherf**** fear...I have no fear, I have only ambition, and I want mineAnd I will do anything to protect and feed my family

[Verse 1]First off, f*** your b**** n*** get a blood testYou a upset n****, where the love at?When we talking 'bout Philly know I f**** run thatSame place I've been up corners you can never come backYou raw n****, ball like I'm ? Paul n****I cross n****, when you hate it cause you lost n****You soft n****, didn't disrespect the boss, n****!You dissin and getchya horn, that ain't getchya off n****Broad n****, and you was screamin' "come to my hotel"n****, we was slingin work out the motel!No scale, batteries I know you so well......let's keep it trilla, you ain't never make a dope saleYou ain't never played that corner - make a coke saleOn a late night, swimmin with the great whitesYou was rockin' durags - big T's fake micsBoy you had a wild week, shoppin' on... streetSame place you bought your fake chain and your time-pieceHow we gon' believe you? n**** I should lead you!Talkin' "PC" that was never Beanie Sigel!That was never ME, why you lying to the people?I was locked down, still doing shit illegalRunning around in jail like: I ain't give a hell whenYou was on PC, locking it with males

[Bridge]And I ain't got time for this s***, let me get another one

[Verse 2]23 and 1 never get to see the sunHad to get a glass visit just so you could see your sonTook a deal on your homie, cause you couldn't beat the gunThey was tryna give you life, man you know that wasn't rightThen you left him in the hood, on his head he had a priceYou ain't even give a call, other n**** shot him twicen**** trynna get a buzz off my name for some likesDamn right while I'm at ya I'mma get you in the night, CassidyBoy you... trash to meDo the math, I... to meYou ain't poppin, what the fuck could you ? to meYou just another dead body, another casualtyI'm in the streets, so I do this shit casuallyAnd I ain't even write this s***, why you mad at me?Cut you, nursery rhyming, flow perfectly in timeAnd I'm giving gas, I'm in the Aston that Swizzy designedNow beat it, I know you're heated but I know you need itI got that Justin Bieber please believe it, n**** I know you see itThey play piano at your viewing, let Alicia...I asked Swizzy...Swizz don't f*** with you, Melo didn't eitherYou f**** that check up, you bit the hand that feed youAnd you was 6 feet, you got me digging deeperHold up, let's switch the beat so I can spit some Ether

[Verse 3]I say, come on with your soft a**All you n**** all trash, couldn't bet a 100 grandn**** that's a small...I'mma hit him where it hurts, this gon' make his...This verse gon' hit this n**** harder than that car crashThat you should've died in, I'm mad that you survived itBut I came to murder you and have you scuba divingSwimming with the fishes, all you n**** is b*****Dick riders knocking on the wood, superstitiousPause that, I'm all that, I'm really in the...And when I see you nigga I'mma have you jumping fences...through the alleys, you must be on the mollySniffing all that white s**** and f**** with that BobbyCome to your hotel and meet you in the lobbyJust to Worldstar you and do you just like......Boy you lying, you ain't touring, you can't even get a showS*** you like a [?] they can get you for the lowAnd I'm like a brick of... it cost 60 for the flowYou ain't a gangsta, you a wanksta, nigga 50 even know

[Verse 4]You say you a gangsta but you never pop nothingAnd you locked your homie out when you heard the cops comingRapping for a longtime, n**** you ain't got nothingYou ain't wanna battle Mook neither, n**** stop frontingDamn homie, in high school you was the man homieF*** happened to you?You had a doghouse with a doghouse in the backyardNow you living in a doghouse in the backyardn**** I was broke then, now I got blackcardYou're career maxed out... like mac cardEasy n****, I talk greasy n****And I'mma stunt on Instagram just to tease you, n****

[Outro]Couple months we at the funeralI swear to God that s*** was beautifulFive x t's, durag's, the usualYour mama screaming like "Cassidy what that dude do to you"And this s*** called "Kendrick You Next"I'm just on some s*** this time, everybody get itYou say my name, I give you a 1000Just that simple...